Look through my eyes-Phil Collins(Pandora)-continued from Hurt
Prowl rocks the sparkling into recharge. The sparkling coos into recharge, feeling protected in his sire's arms and close to the spark he knows as his sire but having never met him before. Prowl lies back on the berth.
"Jazz, come closer," Prowl says to the not so empty room. He feels a cold field mingle with his but yet the berth never moves. "Step into my frame."
The coldness merges with his frame and he feels Jazz's presence within his. His servo cups the sparkling's helm without him commanding it to.
'Thank you,' Jazz's thoughts mingle with his.
"You'll come back," Prowl smiles as he fills his field with love.